Sadness

Sadness is comforting.
It is my blanket on a cold night,
my forgiving friend.

It knows me better than anyone else,
my secrets held tightly behind closed blue lips.

It is my rain, the quiet pitter-patter of soft drops through my restless nights.
It calls me when I lose sight of where I'm going, promising to be my guide.

I have built a makeshift shelter in sadness, trying to make it a home.
But it never has been, and never will be.

So when it calls, I won't answer. I will spend cold nights with the warmth I carry in my bones.
I will share my thoughts with the wind, and let them drift into the sunrise of my new beginning.
I will jump in the puddles, and laugh when cars go by, drenching me in new found freedom.
I will lose my way, and I will find it all my own.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Your fine, fine words take the reader on a journey.. From the closed blue lips via the warmth you carry in your bones to the destination you seem set on finding.. a chain oflone sadness but.. with a courage to move on.. A beautiful sadness.

[Kangarou]

Good poem. Good narrative.

[Leindor]

This is completely relatable and a great show of growth. Thank you for sharing!

[Najam Us Saher]

Great transformation of yourself from the beginning to the end in this poem. I really liked this.

[lostinthewaves]

Thank you so much! I love knowing what people think.

[Najam Us Saher]

You're always welcome.